Enslaved to the Mafia Alpha のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 91 - チャプター 100

KIRA ‘Who was he?’ Kira wondered as she paced her room in silence. There was so much turmoil within her, so much shock, so much resistance, that without any intention, she transformed into her wolf and curled on the floor. Her wolf, whom she called as Grace – after her wolf was her saving grace – just lay motionless on the floor. Grace and Adler – Dimitri’s wolf – have often mated while their human forms have stayed quiet in their heads. Adler was incredibly violent and out of control, and Kira saw the same in Dimitri for the first time too. ‘He is not that a saint as you consider him to be,’ Bertha’s words echoed in Kira’s mind as she lay motionless on the ground, tears streaking non stop. “Mom?” Jared entered and sat beside Grace and stroked her soft fur. “Why is Grace here, mom? What is wrong?” The kids were not allowed to be in their room, not because they made a fuss or anything, but they were always accompanied by nannies, and Dimitri did not like nannies in his personal spa

KIRA Kira woke with a start and felt huge pain in her entire body. It had been years since she felt this way! The series of fainting and waking up unconscious in unfamiliar places had ended once she had fully accepted Dimitri as her mate. And yet today, she was in the same position – with one change, she was in the same room as she always wakes up in. In her and Dimitri’s bedroom, in her bed, but the spot beside her was empty. Kira groaned and grabbed the back of her neck which was tingling horribly, and felt the claw marks there. So, it was not a nightmare! She huffed. “Taron,” Kira groaned but no one came. She had never felt this helpless… well, she had! When Dimitri had attacked her last time. Last time she had walked in on Somalians and they had demanded to sleep with her, and today… Kira’s heart sank as the memory of the dark, dank, rotting dungeon flashed in front of her eyes. Tamara’s hollow face, Dean’s bloody, mangled body and so many other people who were not loyal to Dim

KIRA That evening as Kira went about her work, which was managing the workings of the house, dormitories and supervision of staff in kitchen, she received the email. It had two attachments, one list was of UK church and second was on Spain! Kira came back to the room and was shocked to see Dimitri there. He was standing bare chested and it seemed he was there for a change of clothes. “Dropped coffee on myself,” he informed as he saw Kira approach. Kira just nodded at him, picked up her laptop and started to go. But Dimitri held her hand and pulled her in his embrace. As he hugged Kira, she felt light… lighter than she had felt in days. He held her very tight and pulled her in his embrace, lifting her slightly. Instinctively, she hugged him back. His body relaxed as he spoke, “I am sorry,” Dimitri whispered in her hair and his apology made her remember what had happened! Instantly she dropped her hands. Dimitri pulled back and looked down at her face. He bent down to kiss her but s

KIRA Kira had her plans in place but yet there was a lingering doubt in her mind. She could not shake off the feeling that something was going to go wrong, and such feelings always – well almost always – were true in her case! So, a week before her mother’s death anniversary, Kira called her aunt. She had been delaying the moment as the call would make her re-live her past, and with everything going on with Dimitri, last thing Kira wanted to do was talk the woman who had watched silently why Kira had suffered for more than decade in her household. But she had to… So, she dialled the number. Her aunt answered on the fifth ring … “Hello,” her aunt’s haphazard voice came from the other side. Kira could not respond immediately. A wave of nostalgia had hit her. It was only until a few years ago that this voice used to torment her. Yes, once, months after running away on her sixteenth birthday, Kira had talked and reconciled with her aunt, but how could she even forget what her aunt mad

KIRA Finally, Dimitri was gone! He had waited until she had cleaned up herself and had got dressed again. Even after that, he had hugged her, kissed her, promised to behave himself in the future and requested her to wait for him in the bed tonight! No, she was not upset that he made love to her, in a way she needed it too. After all, he healed her neck, which was always paining and throbbing! But still, she had not wished to be with him until her anger had abated. Anyway, he was her mate and she did crave for his touch, even if she did not wish to accept it to herself. Sigh! She checked around the office once more, and then locked the room. No more surprises… and then, with shaking hands, she opened the laptop again and started to read her mother’s will. Skipping all the details on top, she went straight to the main content. It read … My daughter, Kira W. Brown – in lieu of my untimely death – should be raised by my cousin Anna Rangaleva Willis and her husband, Curtis Willis. For